Ida

Second

Dear Elena,
Today at the call center,
A lady called, frantic.
"My husband..." she started. I asked for her name. "Kenna. I'm afraid..."
"What's your emergency?"
"My husband is drunk...he has a gun...he's banging on the door...oh God."
I told her that it was okay, that she would be okay,
And I thought about my mother
And the alcohol,
And I began to cry.
"I'm sending a police car," I whispered.
"Thank you." She hung up,
And I was filled with a void,
A nagging feeling.
I hope she was okay.
I want her to be.
Love, Ida